Jia Zilinling, seeing Zilinling rush towards her, was about to replicate her moves when she felt a gust of wind sweep past her.
She inwardly cursed, and turning, pursued with the Phantom Dragon Step.
A cold smile flickered in Zilinling's eyes as she thought, "So anxious? It seems Elder Du's analysis was spot on."
She let out a cold snort and shouted, "Wildfire!"
A wall of fire blocked Jia Zilinling's path.
"Scorched Earth!"
As Zilinling's cunning voice rang out again, the flames on the fire wall surged up by over a foot.
She knew this fire wall wouldn't hold Jia Zilinling for long, but it was enough for her to shatter the mirror.
Jia Zilinling, moving too fast, almost collided with the fire wall.
It was only thanks to her replication of Zilinling's reaction speed that she managed to halt her steps a mere three feet from the flames.
Looking at the spitting fire wall before her, she sneered, "Didn't I tell you? Whatever you can do, I can do!"
As Jia Zilinling spoke, she mimicked the moves.
Instantly, a fire wall appeared before her as well, identical to Zilinling's.
"Go!"
As Jia Zilinling's words fell, the fire wall before her crashed into Zilinling's.
The power of spirit skills was already immense, and now with two spirit skills colliding, the resulting energy could not be measured by simple addition.
A deafening explosion immediately reverberated through the room.
Jia Zilinling was blasted backward by the force, crashing into the room's wall with a dull thud before falling to the ground.
Zilinling was not faring much better.
After unleashing "Scorched Earth," she had turned and run towards the mirror.
But Jia Zilinling's movements were too swift. Less than a breath after she turned, the explosion sounded behind her.
The tremendous energy directly caused her to cough up a mouthful of scarlet blood.
Ignoring her injuries, she used the force of the explosion to charge forward.
Simultaneously, the small cauldron she had obtained in the second trial flew from her hand, smashing against the mirror.
Bang... Crack... Shatter... Clang...
With a series of sounds, the mirror shattered into pieces of varying sizes.
Zilinling's heart leaped with joy, and she continued to vomit blood while lying on the ground.
By the time Jia Zilinling got up, the mirror lay shattered on the floor.
She gritted her teeth and raged, "You've done it now!"
Huh?
Zilinling blinked in surprise.
Strange!
The mirror was broken, so why was this imposter still here?
She looked at Jia Zilinling with confusion, a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
Jia Zilinling gnashed her teeth in anger, "Hmph! Do you think breaking the mirror means you can defeat me?"
If the trial's setting didn't restrict her, she would have loved to grab Zilinling and give her a good spanking.
But that was hypothetical, and the reality was that if Zilinling didn't attack, she couldn't either.
Therefore, at this moment, she could only glare at Zilinling with clenched teeth.
"Isn't it?"
Zilinling's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively retorted.
Jia Zilinling sneered, "Hmph, you are indeed smart, but sometimes your cleverness can lead to your downfall."
Zilinling struggled to her feet. The explosive energy from moments ago had felt like her internal organs were cracking.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said coldly, "Hmph! Your psychological suggestion has no effect on me, so I don't believe you can replicate my abilities without the mirror!"
Jia Zilinling's gaze turned cold. "Who told you I don't have the mirror anymore?"
As she spoke, her gaze fell on the mirror shards.
Zilinling followed Jia Zilinling's line of sight and immediately understood her meaning.
"So that's how it is!"
A wry smile touched her lips.
Although the mirror was broken, its function had not disappeared, for the fragments still possessed the ability to replicate.
This was why Jia Zilinling remained unfazed, aside from her anger.
Zilinling's brows furrowed, and she again made a spiritual connection with Elder Du and Yiran.
Elder Du stroked his goatee and pondered for a moment, then said dismissively, "If shattering it doesn't work, then make it disappear completely!"
"Disappear? How do I make it disappear?"
Zilinling was somewhat speechless.
Elder Du's eyes widened, and he twitched his beard, "How should I know how it disappears? You can't possibly put those useless fragments into the Nine Spirit Ring, can you?"
Put them into the Nine Spirit Ring?
Yiran nodded and said, "It's worth a try!"
Zilinling's eyes lit up. This was indeed a good idea.
Elder Du immediately looked crestfallen.
When had the Nine Spirit Ring stooped to collecting trash?
A cunning smile played on Zilinling's lips as she said to Jia Zilinling, "Do you think I'll give you another chance to replicate?"
Jia Zilinling's eyes chilled, and she asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"
Seizing the moment of her distraction, Zilinling's divine sense quickly enveloped the mirror fragments on the ground and thought, "Collect!"
The fragments were instantly absorbed into Zilinling's Nine Spirit Ring.
By the time Jia Zilinling recovered her senses, the ground was completely clean.
Her gaze grew colder, and she said sternly, "So what if the mirror is gone? Your divine sense, spiritual power, and spirit arts have all been replicated by me, so you still cannot defeat me. If you cannot defeat me, you cannot pass the third trial!"
"Is that so?"
Zilinling's tone was nonchalant, but her mind was already working on a counter-strategy.
Jia Zilinling was right; she couldn't pass the third trial without defeating her.
But as Jia Zilinling had said, all her abilities had been replicated, so to defeat Jia Zilinling, she would have to find an alternative path and use an ability that had not been replicated.
What abilities had not been replicated?
Zilinling stood still, her mind sinking into her body.
After all, as long as she didn't make a move, the fake Jia Zilinling wouldn't either.
Zilinling sat in her sea of consciousness, gazing at the miniature version of herself, and fell into deep thought.
Spirit arts and skills were unusable, divine sense was unusable, ancient martial arts were unusable. What else was there?
Using poison?
No!
The fake Jia Zilinling was a replication; it was uncertain whether she would fear poison or not.
Besides, she didn't know if the fake Jia Zilinling had replicated her poison-using ability.
If she had, and then used the poison against herself, it wouldn't just be embarrassing; it would be self-inflicted suffering.
What else then?
The little Zilinling?
Zilinling glanced at the little Zilinling and shook her head.
Since the opponent had replicated her divine sense, would she also replicate the little Zilinling?
Just as she thought this, a voice boomed in her sea of consciousness.
"This Venerable One cannot be replicated!"